Cluttered Emotions
Little by little, it sounds brittle,
As it is human.
Little by little, it starts breaking,
As if it were a mirror.
Little by little, everything is smashed,
As if it were a storm.
Why is everything a clutter of emotions?
Why does everything shatter in times of misfortune?
Why are there more questions than answers?
My only solace is God,
Yet thousands stand as my opponents.
A chapter I write at my desk,
A chapter I write to solve these puzzled questions.
Ah! Is this the mystery,
Or do I wish to create history?
I know there will be an end to all my chains,
But is that end only ignorance,
Or could it be death?
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